Last night as Jason and I were eating dinner, I was chewing a bite of biscuit when I inhaled some crumbs. I immediately coughed up a majority of my biscuit, spewing half-chewed biscuit crumbs everywhere. Jason recoiled in disgust, but as I kept coughing, he recomposed and it occurred to him to ask if I was okay. Yes, I replied, as I picked some biscuit gunk off of his big toe.
When we were laughing about it a few minutes later, Jason started mimicking my choking attack. I had a mouthful of food so I burst out laughing through my nose, and because I'm sick, boogers squirted out faster than I could keep them in.
People. This is why you get married. So that your significant other is stuck with you, no matter how disgusting you are.
In other news, any tips on how to restore femininity? As much as I'm all about being myself in marriage, I think my husband would appreciate it if I could reign myself in every now and then. For both our sakes.